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DW: Well, is this soon enough…I decided not to leave you hanging. Here’s one thing…the first thing I noticed that my Mother does…that I do, is ask a question and give the answer all in the same breath…for example: David, what would you like to drink? Water? Or, David,would you like to go to the store with me? Oh that’s ok, I can go by myself. Or, Ellen, what are you going to wear today? How about the blue shirt. You get the picture…I’m sure you took the picture a long time ago. So, this is something I am more aware of now…ask a question, then wait…wait for a reply. Well, my eyes are closing…now I am off to dreamland. I’ll work on responding to some of your earlier posts. JT

Most Splendid Clarinet Performer: Your grandmother has asked me to inform you that Avalon will be giving you a one hour lesson Friday. Practice. Practice. Practice.
It is very nice, I think, that my mother asked me to relay this message when she could have phoned you. It makes me feel more like a dad, rather than a bystander watching your life pass me by.
Please acknowledge receipt of the message so that I can relay it to your grandmother. Or, call your gran and let’er know.
David

Jen: The privacy of this blog is important to me. It would be best if the blog were exclusively for the three of us. So, I do think it is important that the web address for the blog remain private.
Tonight both you and Ellen posted to the blog from two different computers that were not at home. Ellen told me that she would erase the history on Suzie’s web browser. But I don’t know what or where the other computer was – and I would like to know.
If the blog is no longer private, I would like to know that. If you do not want it to remain private, I would like to know that. If you do want it to remain private, but feel privacy has been compromised, I would like to know that. I don’t know yet what I want to do in any case. David

You’re welcome, David.
In anticipation of the judge agreeing to the motion, the first email to Mr. Morris (Monday morning) will say something to the effect that you can have full access to the house/aviaries on Tuesday June, 23 and/or Wednesday June 24 from 10 am to 5 pm. I’d also like to add every Friday through July (I know July 4th weekend is already set). from 9 am to 5 pm. Thought this might help you with finishing the flights, fixing the fridge and with whatever yard work, fruit sorting (or whatever else) you can do – which will help me, too. We can regroup with days/times for August as our schedule here will change a bit then. Sound ok?
Jen

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY DADDY’S DAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ellen: If you’re not reading the posts I’ve written your mom, you’re not as curious as I thought. If you’re not that curious, that’s fine. If you are, that’s fine too.

In church today, sitting next to my dad, I realized I’ve got secrets, stuff I’ve told your mom but never told you. And now I’ve lost, or abandoned, complete control over the time and place and manner of telling you.

I’m reading a book that suggests the only reason we want control of anything is because we have secrets, secrets that grow from the intimate relationships of our life. 

Anyway, I am really putting myself into this blog.

But you may not want to share your opinions of my behavior or of my past. In my BIP class I’ve been reminded that everyone has an opinion, but they share it only when they feel safe. I haven’t been safe. Nor very cuddly.

Hey! That bullet for the valentine – Is that a silver bullet? You know, I’m thinking the author of that song may be in my BIP class! If not, he DOES need one. Don’t you think?

Anyway, here at camp norfolk it’s work-work-work. I’m out to the lake again for weed detail.

You know how to find Dinky Dock, don’t you? A little cycling and a little swim relieves alot of boredom when you can’t be with your mates. 

Breaking News: After Johathan was arrested for assisting in an attempted burglary, and committed to a year in a juvenile half-way house, some teens, quite possibly guys he knows, broke into his parents’ home and stole all his mom’s jewelry, then came back a second time and, not finding the large flat screen TV or anything else that Ken had hidden after the first robbery, trashed the inside of the place.

Dad

5 days of work, 2 days of prepping food, 2 days of sorting food and cleaning trays, 1 day of some sort of house cleaning, 2 days of meetings, 1 day of yardwork, 2 days of wellness center, 2 days of food shopping, 3 days of helping at my folks, 2 days of laundry, 1 day of meeting with sponsor, 7 days of working the program…how many days did the Beatles say there were in a week?! Yes, I am busy and when the end of the night comes, my mind has shut down and doesn’t have the acuity required for proper blogging…or maybe this is all BS and I am avoiding blogging, commenting, posting, responding. When you said that …you know I must be busy… I instantly interpreted that to …I’m (you) not important enough for your time. There I did it…the thing I told you I am trying not to do…I assumed…I ran that through my assuming translator…and I know why…it’s what I have asked myself in times when I was just too tired to do one more thing, including blogging …isn’t this important to you (me)?…don’t you make time for what’s important?. Then I tell myself that my recovery is important…doing the next right thing is important and sometimes that is simply going to bed. Well, you are important to me. We’ve shared 20+ years, we have a super daughter and we both want things to go well through this…even the difficult things. It’s hard to say my biggest culprit to blogging is not having time…it’s more a matter of shifting time. I read all of your homework posts this morning, really fast. I’m glad you’ve been able to reveal yourself to yourself. You helped me do that in my life and it made a difference to me…to unpack my past…discard some things, refold others, give-a-way a bit, cry over some of it, and make room for my future. I lived in my past for a long time…that was one thing I did bring into our marriage…I can tell you from experience that it feels so much better to live in the present…your homework suggests that you are on your way. Thank you for sharing it.

Off to cut fruit and change trays.

I am still glad that you are the father of my child. Happy Father’s Day.

JT

CyberTeen: What about that name? Someone at the Sentinel made it up. On Thursday last in the Orlando Sentinel (step-child of the Chicago Tribune) there was an article I’ll save for you titled “Digital Puberty: A new rite of passage”. It had some tips for teens on cyber-civility. Here are a couple hi-lites:

“Don’t make big moves on Facebook,” says Kelly Kovacs, a high school senior. “Don’t fight on Facebook; don’t tell someone you love them for the first time; don’t ask someone for a first date on Facebook or in a text message.”

Don’t give out your password, not even to your best friend, or your boyfriend or girlfriend. Some of the nastiest scenarios unfold after a romantic breakup.

One thing they don’t mention is the error of attaching a birth year to a digital handle, like NeKo94, or NoItAll57; doing so may advertise age to a cyber-predator looking for young or old, both of whom are vulnerable to various forms criminal abuse, youth often victimized by sex crime, the aged often abused by property swindles.

Anyway, here’s one of my favorite songs for the digital age, a song I gave your mom even before we became computer-using-publishers. You’ve heard it before. But so what? It’s a good oldie. And I still want to believe that it is about moving with Jennifer into the digital world, and yeah, you, too. Here on the world wide web, looking for your love, one of your computer loves, I remain, Cyber+Fifty